Last week I had what some would say is the sports week of my life (and I did play collegiate sports, too). OF. MY. LIFE.

First of all, at my kickball game, I caught TWO fly balls and got TWO people out. I also got on base both times I was up to kick. Watch out world!

The real point of this story actually occurred the next night. Me and some friends spent a casual evening at Peter Pan Golf here in Austin. It's an ancient BYOB putt putt institution in town. Fun place. While we were there (and I was a couple pinots deep, I might add )...

... I GOT TWO HOLE IN ONES AND WON THE GAME.

Here's the evidence:

See holes 8 and 16.

And me right after the first hole in one:

Though I'm astoundingly proud of this fact, it also worries me. Am I peaking? Am I my most badass version of myself right now? Will there be more greatness in my future, or is this it? AAAAAAHHH. I can't think too much about that, I've had this thought before and it stresses me out to no end.

Anyway, just thought I'd brag on my sports dominance for a sec. More kickball tonight, we'll see if the streak continues. For now, Instagram record of the Peter Pan Golf expedition: